Christopher walked onto the stage with a completely hardened face. “Get out of this building right now, Luke.”

“I’m not finished talking yet, Dad,” Luke replied calmly.

My son reached into his jacket and pulled out a thick black envelope. “Tonight, I’m making three documents public. First, here is absolute proof of my father’s affair with Miss Vance over the past two years, including dates, hotels, luxury trips, invoices, and eyewitness statements.”

Bright camera flashes began to fire rapidly.

“Second, here are the official banking records of transfers totaling sixty-eight million dollars, diverted by Miss Vance into her own personal accounts and shell companies,” Luke declared.

Brenda took a sudden step back, her face pale. “That’s a lie!”